Spleens to spare. (Ick! Ick poo!)

My future mother-in-law is recovering after surgery. She went in to have a spleen removed. What the surgeon found was not one, not two, but THREE spleens. Spleen One was normal-size. Spleen Two was a mini. And Spleen Three was just an itty-bitty fella.

Blccch.

Apparently this is not terribly uncommon. This particular doc says he has scooped five at one time. … Who the heck needs more than one spleen?

I’m not sure about the prevalancy of multiple spleens, but damn that’s an eye-catching subject line.

My sister had two full sets of wisdom teeth.

Don’t know how many spleens she has, though!

Boy! When she vented her spleen (let out her anger,) I bet she blistered the wallpaper!

And thanks to the genes that you share with your sister, Mama Tiger, I have extra wisdom tooth buds lurking in my upper jaw! I’m told they probably won’t make an appearance. But they’re THERE. And the last thing I need is more teeth!

Extra spleens? Whodathunk it? The human body is weird, I’m telling you!